It's my grandads funeral on Thursday and I'm expected to read a poem, I have absolutely no idea what to read, help a brother out and reccomend me some funeral poetry, he was a sailor so something about the sea might work, thanks in advance lads
This is the worst post I've ever seen on /lit/
Tennyson "In Memoriam A.H.H."
VII
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.
>>8078019
Alfred Lord Tennyson - Ulysses
It's kind of longing and wistful, it involves talk about the sea and sailing, it's fairly epic, it's not 2deep4u, and it was written sort of in memoriam to one of Tennyson's friends who had died.
O Captain my Captain m8. Everyone will be sobbing like little kids by the time you're done. Sorry for your lost OP, may his soul rest in peace.
the one from the last episode of frasier
I recommend Robert Louis Stevenson's "Requiem", OP:
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
>>8078019
where is he from? what was he like?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_QpeALw5HU
>>8078057
From Bristol, old school working class type guy, could've been a pro footballer but joined the navy instead, very firm but also gentle and funny at the same time
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.
Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am part of that ocean, my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient – a little space – know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day at sundown for your dear sake, my love.
Haiku for gramps (accompanied by Brahms intermezzo op. 117 no. 2 preferably)
Grandpa go to sleep
Did he died or is he sleep?
Gramps, you old ass bitch
-leviticus 5:7
>>8078076
Character of the Happy Warrior by Wordsworth
>>8078031
In Memoriam is god-tier, yeah. Listen to this guy.I wouldn't go with that one in particular but still.
So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
What is dying?
A ship sails and I stand watching
till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side
says, "She is gone".
Gone where? Gone from my sight,
that is all; she is just as
large as when I saw her...
the diminished size and total
loss of sight is in me, not in her,
and just at the moment
when someone at my side
says "she is gone", there are others
who are watching her coming,
and other voices take up the glad shout,
"there she comes!" ...and that is dying.
-- Bishop Charles Henry Brent --
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
>>8078856
this one. i attended a funeral once and someone read this. oh god, the feels
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're dead now
One day I will be too
Here:
while my GRANDFATHER is DEAD
CHAD eats PIZZA
>>8078019
Sorry to hear about your loss.
Not sure about a poem, but make sure you line your pockets with adequate amounts of spaghetti.
